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I miss you so much I keep reaching for your hand to touch,Hundreds came to pour out their loveand embrace who's left with their tightest hug,Harder and harder they squeeze trying to hold on to dear Denisewhose heart they say was the kindestand whose smile seemed to remind ushow much we were loved and appreciatednow she is gone and we're devastated,Her kindest heart was dealt the cruelest handand for that I can't understand whyas I cry and cry until the well runs dryand fills up again to pour down like rainon an empty street where I feel left aloneuntil I hear her laugh when I'm called back home.